From the Bottle to the Bottom
Falling from Grace: A Melodic Tale of Lost Love and Redemption
Lyrics
You ask me if I'm happy now
You inquire about my current state of happiness
That's good as any joke I've heard
Comparing the question to a joke, suggesting its absurdity
It seems that since I've seen you last
Since our last meeting, I have forgotten the meaning of certain words
I done forgot the meaning of the words
Expressing a sense of confusion or loss
If happiness is empty rooms
If happiness is being alone in empty rooms
And drinkin' in the afternoon
Drinking in the afternoon as a potential source of happiness
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
Claiming contentment in such situations
But if it's got a thing to do
Questioning if happiness involves forgetting about the person
With smilin' of forgettin' you
If smiling means moving on from memories of you
Well I don't guess that I could say I am
Expressing uncertainty about that form of happiness
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Describing a destitute person waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
Painting a picture of hardship without basic necessities
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
Describing wet shoes from walking through dew-covered grass
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
Expressing a sense of emptiness and unfulfilled dreams
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Feeling hopeless about the future
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Reflecting on the lack of realized dreams
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
Relating personal feelings of despair
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Describing a descent into alcoholism and despair
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
Learning to cope with the pain of losing a loved one
You wonder if I'm better off
Questioning if the current freedom compensates for the loss
With freedom now to do the things I choose
Having personal time but feeling it's wasted without you
With all my times my own and
Expressing a lack of purpose
I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
Having only sleep as a consolation
There's no one here to carry on
Being alone with no one to continue the journey with
If I stay out the whole night long
No concerns about staying out late
or give a tankerous damn if I don't call
Not caring about communication
I'm livin' like I wanted to
Living life according to personal desires
And doin' things I want to do
Doing what one wants without attachment
And nothin' means a thing to me at all
Nothing holds significance anymore
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Repetition of the imagery of a destitute person waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
Reiterating the harsh conditions of waking up without comfort
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
Emphasizing the discomfort of wet shoes
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
Continuing to portray a bleak future
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Reiterating the theme of unfulfilled dreams
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Reflecting on ongoing feelings of despair
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Repetition of the destitute person waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
Reiterating the hardship of waking up without comfort
When the water from the weeds soaked the paper
Repeating the imagery of wet shoes
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through
Continuing to express a sense of emptiness and unfulfilled dreams
And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Reiterating the hopelessness about the future
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Repeating the reflection on the lack of realized dreams
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
Reiterating ongoing feelings of despair since falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Summarizing the descent from alcoholism and despair
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
Learning to cope with the difficulty of living without you
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